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Shadows crawl under the neon lights. Whisper dance in the quiet nights. Every step feels like a race, but there's no One here to chase. Time bends, it breaks, it folds. In the mirror, A face grows old. Echoes in the dust, who do we trust? Spinning in circles, lost in the rush. Echoes in the dust, fading like us. The louder we scream, the softer the hush. Street signs blur like forgotten dreams. The truth is never what it seems. I reach for something that slips away. Another ghost of yesterday. Static fills the air, it hums, It sings. A choir of nothing, a choir of strings. Through the static, your voice breaks through, Or is it just the echo of you? Echoes in the dust, who do we trust? Spinning in circles, lost in the rush. Echoes in the dust, fading like us. The louder we scream, the softer the hush.